Meth

I hated every minute of meth treatment. I hated the doctors. I hated the meetings. I hated the food. I hated everything, I couldn’t wait… really couldn’t WAIT…to get out of the place the second my program was over.

Now, if I had the chance to go back, I’d do it again in a heartbeat.

Drug treatment saved my life. Period. I’d been a loser for longer than I could remember. Couldn’t hold a job. Couldn’t maintain a relationship. It was to the point where the only reason I had for living was the meth, which of course was killing me. If I hadn’t checked into a meth treatment center, well…

I can tell you for damn sure I wouldn’t be here talking about how much I hated the place.

Meth treatment isn’t easy. It isn’t fun. But it works, if you’ll let it. Nothing could ever be more important than that. Please, for your own sake, make today the day you start making meth treatment work for you.

You’ll never love to hate anything else so much in the entire world.